Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 51 - Another Overlord_1
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Zhulan, hearing the noise outside, pursed her lips, “Zhang Datie’s family has come; I’ll handle it.
The Zhu family is a lost cause, incapable of reason.”
Zhou Shuren, well aware of his own lack of martial prowess, was still concerned even though he knew Zhulan was much better, “Be careful not to get hurt, too.”
“Mm-hmm, don’t worry.”
Zhulan went out and casually picked up a stick from the door, as thick as a grown man’s arm.
Seeing someone from the Zhu family scratching and clawing at Elder Zhou, her anger shot to the roof.
She had developed a sense of belonging to the Zhou family and instinctively protected her own.
Wielding the stick, she swung, hitting Mrs.
Zhu on her buttocks with a thud that was not just loud but exceptionally painful.
With a shriek, Mrs.
Zhu jumped up in pain and before she could start making a scene, the second blow landed.
Zhulan measured her strikes, aiming only at the buttocks.
After two hits, Mrs.
Zhu, terrified, ran around the courtyard screaming, “Murder, it’s murder!”
An unusual crowd had gathered outside the Zhou residence, and although many were present, none came forward to help.
Mrs.
Zhu had offended too many, and there were even cheers for Zhulan’s actions.
Zhang Datie, limping, was completely dumbfounded.
Accustomed to his wife’s usually prevailing demeanor, this was the first time he saw her driven to flee for her life, too frightened to intervene with Elder Zhou looking fiercely on!
Despite Zhulan’s recovery, she couldn’t maintain the pace after three sticks, and Mrs.
Zhu outran her.
Zhulan didn’t pursue but snorted coldly, “Don’t think this is over.
When my daughter fell from the cart and injured her arm, I didn’t come to you.
Now you dare to beat on our door.
Do you think I’m dead?”
Mrs.
Zhu was so angry she felt like her chest would explode, but she swallowed her words back down when she heard this.
She considered it an excuse, but recalling Yang’s fierce reputation, she believed it.
Could it be true that her arm was broken?
Her pupils shrank, just like how Zhang Datie’s leg had broken and left him lame!
Xue Han, hearing the tumult, approached the doorway, the clever girl playing her part.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, “Mom, sob sob, it hurts so much—when is the doctor coming?”
Zhang Datie, seeing the suspended arm, regretted everything, his forehead beginning to sweat, “Auntie, whoever caused the trouble should settle it.”
Zhulan, lips pursed, fixed her cold gaze on Zhang Datie.
From the original host’s memories, she knew just how despicable he was; Mrs.
Zhu was merely his puppet, “Ha, easy for you to say.
Isn’t Da Qian your own child?”
How much this couple loved money—they’d even named their child Da Qian!
Mrs.
Zhu stopped caring about her sore buttocks.
They couldn’t afford the price if they broke the precious treasure of the Zhou family, “He’s not our child; he has nothing to do with our family.
Da Tie, say something!”
Zhang Datie was also afraid of damaging Zhou’s precious treasure.
What if the Zhou family became desperate for revenge?
But he still couldn’t accept it; he had already negotiated a good price to sell the boy as a slave.
What if Zhou’s treasure wasn’t badly hurt after all?
Zhulan furrowed her brows; she found it quite odd.
In ancient times, many undervalued daughters, but almost none neglected their eldest sons unless there were dirty family secrets in large households.
In rural areas, where there was no luxury of concubines, the eldest son was the pillar.
Mrs.
Zhu’s tone was too firm.
Could it be that the child wasn’t theirs?
Zhulan carefully recalled that the original text never mentioned Da Qian.
The novel was too one-sided.
After all, this was the real world, where every single person was real.
Without a response from the head of the household, Mrs.
Zhu, exasperated, tugged at Zhang Datie, “Quick, say something.”
Zhang Datie forced a smile, “Auntie, we’ve been here so long and haven’t seen the child.
Where has he gone?”
Zhulan scoffed, “He’s inside the house.
Go have a look.
He’s nearly burned silly.
And just so you know, none of you are getting away with this.”
Zhang Datie hesitated but quickly entered the main house.
Zhulan blocked Mrs.
Zhu.
With Zhou Shuren inside, what if she took advantage of his simple nature and caused him harm?
Zhang Datie returned swiftly, “Auntie, if Da Qian caused trouble, then find him to settle it.
Da Qian is ten; he should take responsibility.”
After speaking, he grabbed his wife and ran off, showing no sign of his usual limp during the escape.
Zhulan didn’t chase after them, turning to the onlookers, “The show’s over.
Did you want to come in for tea too?”
The crowd scattered, well aware that Yang’s health had improved and that she was not to be trifled with—the village tyrant.
Zhulan returned to the room, no longer needing to act, and sat down, exhausted, “What’s your plan for making the effort to keep him?”
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